That the fox asked the little prince. The Little Prince, Saint-Exupery. Dialogue between Prince and Fox

It was then that the Fox appeared.
“Hello,” he said.
- Hello, - answered the Little Prince politely and looked around, but saw no one.
“I'm here,” a voice said. - Under the apple tree ...
“Who are you?” Asked the little prince. How beautiful you are!
“I’m the Fox,” said the Fox.
- Play with me, - asked the little prince, I'm sad ...
“I can't play with you,” said the Fox. - I'm not drunk.
- Oh, I'm sorry, - said the little prince, but after thinking he asked:
- How to tame it?
“You’re not from here,” said the Fox. - What are you looking for here?
“I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. How to tame it?
“People have guns and they go hunting. It is very uncomfortable! And they also raise chickens. This is the only way they are good. Are you looking for chickens?
“No,” said the little prince. - I'm looking for friends, but how to tame it?
“It's a long forgotten concept,” explained the Fox. “It means creating bonds.
- Bonds?
“Exactly,” said the Fox. “You’re just a little boy for me so far, just like a hundred thousand other boys. I don't need it. And you don't need me either. I am only a fox for you, just like a hundred and thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be the only one in the whole world for me. And I will be one for you in the whole world ...
“I’m beginning to understand,” said the little prince. - There is one rose ... She must have tamed me ...
“Very possible,” agreed the Fox. - On Earth, what just does not happen.
“It was not on Earth,” said the little prince. The fox was very surprised:
- On another planet?
- Yes.
"Are there hunters on that planet?"
- Not.
- How interesting, are there chickens there?
- Not.
- There is no perfection in the world! - Fox sighed. But then he spoke again about the same thing:
- My life is boring. I hunt chickens, and people hunt me. All chickens are the same and people are all the same. And my life is boring. But if you tame me, my life will shine like the sun. I will distinguish your steps among thousands of others. Hearing human footsteps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me like music, and I will come out of my shelter. And then - look! See, over there in the fields, the wheat is ripening? I don't eat bread. I don’t need ears. Wheat fields tell me nothing. And this is sad! But you have golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! The golden wheat will remind me of myself. And I will love the rustle of ears in the wind ...
The fox got wet and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said:
- Please, tame me!
- I would ral, - answered the little prince, - but I have so little time. I still need to find friends and learn different things.
“You can only learn those things that you can tame,” said the Fox. - People do not have enough time to learn anything. They buy clothes ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they trade with friends, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want you to have a friend, tame me!
- And what should be done for this? - asked the little prince.
“We must be patient,” replied the Fox. “First sit over there, at a distance on the grass - like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you be silent. Words only interfere with understanding each other. But every day, sit a little closer ...
Nazavatra The little prince came to the same place again.
- Better always come at the same hour, - asked the Fox. - For example, if you come at four o'clock, I will feel happy already from three o'clock. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I'll find out the price with luck! And if you come every time at a different time, I do not know for what time to prepare the heart ... You need to observe the rituals.
- What are rituals? - asked the little prince.
“This, too, is something long forgotten,” explained the Fox. - Something that makes one day different from all other days, one hour from other hours. Here. For example, my hunters have a ritual: on Thursdays they dance with the village girls. And what a wonderful day it is - Thursday. I go for a walk and reach the vineyard. And if the hunters danced when they had to, all the days would be the same, and I would never know rest.
This is how the Little Prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour has come to say goodbye.
- I will cry for you, - the Fox sighed.
“It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. “I didn't want you to be hurt; you yourself wanted me to tame you ...
“Yes, of course,” said the Fox.
- But you will cry.
- Oh sure.
- So it makes you feel bad.
- No, - objected the Fox, - I'm fine. Remember what I said about the golden ears. HE fell silent. Then he added:
- Go and take another look at the roses. You will sing that your rose is the only one in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I will tell you a secret. This will be my gift to you.
The little prince went to look at the roses.
“You are not in the least like my rose,” he told them. - You are nothing. Nobody has tamed you, and you have not tamed anybody. This was my Fox before. He was no different from a hundred other foxes. But I became friends with inm, and now he is the only one in the whole world.
Roses were very embarrassed.
“You are beautiful, but empty,” the little prince continued. “I don’t want to die for you. Of course, a casual passer-by, looking at my rose, will say that it is the same as willows. But she is dearer to me than all of you. After all, it was her, and not you, I watered every day. He covered her, not you. It was blocked by a screen, protecting it from the wind. For her, he killed caterpillars, only left two or three to hatch butterflies. I listened to her complaining and bragging, I listened to her even when she was silent. She is mine.
And the little prince returned to the Fox.
- Goodbye ... - he said.
- Goodbye, said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: only the heart is sharp-sighted. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.
- You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes, - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.
- Your rose zhorog to you because you gave her all your days ...
- Because I gave her all my days .. - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.
“People have forgotten this truth,” said the Fox, “but do not forget: you are forever responsible for everyone you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.
- I am responsible for my rose ... - built the little prince in order to better remember ...

Why did I retype all this from the book? I just love this fairy tale ... I’m reading it many times, but I still can’t help but read it again, this is how it is ...

XXI

It was then that the Fox appeared. “Hello,” he said. - Hello, - the little prince answered politely and looked around, but saw no one. “I'm here,” a voice said. - Under the apple tree ... - Who are you? - asked the little prince. - How beautiful you are! “I’m the Fox,” said the Fox. - Play with me, - asked the little prince. - I am so sad... “I can't play with you,” said the Fox. “I’m not tamed. “Oh, I'm sorry,” said the little prince. But, on reflection, he asked: - And how is it - to tame? “You’re not from here,” said the Fox. - What are you looking for here? “I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. - And how is it - to tame? “People have guns and they go hunting. It is very uncomfortable! AND they also raise chickens. This is the only way they are good. Are you looking for chickens? “No,” said the little prince. - I am looking for friends. How is it - tame? “It's a long forgotten concept,” explained the Fox. - It means: create bonds. - Bonds? “Exactly,” said the Fox. - You are still only small for me a boy just like a hundred thousand other boys. And you don't needed. And you don't need me either. I'm just a fox for you, for sure the same as a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me we we will need each other. You will be the only one in the whole world for me. And I will be one for you in the whole world ... “I’m beginning to understand,” said the little prince. - There was one rose ... she must have tamed me ... “Very possible,” agreed the Fox. - On Earth, what not happens. “It was not on Earth,” said the little prince. The fox was very surprised: - On another planet?- Yes. "Are there hunters on that planet?"- Not. - How interesting! Do you have chickens?- Not. - There is no perfection in the world! - Fox sighed. But then he said the same thing again: - My life is boring. I hunt chickens and people hunt by me. All chickens are the same and people are all the same. And I live boring. But if you tame me, my life is like the sun will light up. I will distinguish your steps among thousands of others. Hearing human steps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me like music and I will come out of my hideout. And then - look! See over there in the fields, is the wheat ripening? I don't eat bread. I don’t need ears. The wheat fields tell me nothing. And this is sad! But you have Golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! Gold the wheat will remind me of you. And I will love the rustle of the ears on wind ...
The fox fell silent and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said: - Please ... tame me! - I would be glad, - answered the little prince, - but I have so little time. I still need to find friends and learn different things. “You can only learn those things that you can tame,” said the Fox. - People no longer have enough time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they would trade friends, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want u you were a friend, tame me! - And what should be done for this? - asked the little prince. “We need to be patient,” replied the Fox. - First sit over there, at a distance, on the grass - like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you be silent. Words only interfere with understanding each other. But sit down every day a little closer ... The next day the little prince came to the same place again. - Better always come at the same hour, - asked the Fox. - Here, for example, if you come at four o'clock, I have already been from three o'clock I will feel happy. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I get to know value for happiness! And if you come every time at a different time, I don’t know what time to prepare your heart ... You need to observe the rituals.
- What are rituals? - asked the little prince. “This, too, is something long forgotten,” explained the Fox. - Something like that why one day becomes different from all other days, one hour - for all other hours. For example, my hunters have one rite: on Thursdays they dance with the country girls. And what is it wonderful day - Thursday! I go for a walk and get to the very vineyard. And if the hunters danced when they had to, all the days were would be the same and I would never know rest. This is how the Little Prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour of farewell has come. “I’ll cry for you,” sighed the Fox. “It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. - I didn't want to hurt you, you yourself wanted me to tame you ... “Yes, of course,” said the Fox. - But you will cry!- Oh sure. - So it makes you feel bad. - No, - objected the Fox, - I'm fine. Remember what I said about golden ears. He fell silent. Then he added: - Go and take another look at the roses. You will understand that your rose is the only one in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I I'll tell you one secret. This will be my gift to you. The little prince went to look at the roses. “You are not in the least like my rose,” he told them. - You have nothing. Nobody has tamed you, and you have not tamed anyone. This was formerly my Fox. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I made friends with him, and now he is the only one in the whole world. Roses were very embarrassed. “You are beautiful, but empty,” the little prince continued. - For you will not want to die. Of course, a casual passer-by, looking at my rose, will say that she is exactly the same as you. But she is one more dear to me all of you. After all, it was her, and not you, I watered every day. Her, not you covered with a glass cover. It was obscured by a screen, protecting it from wind. For her he killed caterpillars, only two or three left, so that butterflies hatched. I listened to her complaining and bragging, I listened to her even when she was silent. She is mine. And the little prince returned to the Fox. - Goodbye ... - he said. “Goodbye,” said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: vigilantly only one heart. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes. - You won't see the most important thing with your eyes, - repeated the little prince, to remember better. - Your rose is so dear to you because you gave her your whole soul. - Because I gave her all my soul ... - repeated the little prince, to remember better. - People have forgotten this truth, - said the Fox, - but you do not forget: you forever responsible for everyone he tamed. You are responsible for your rose. - I am responsible for my rose ... - repeated the little prince to better to remember.

For a long time the little prince walked through the sands, rocks and snow and finally came to people.

Good afternoon, ”he said. Before him was a garden full of roses.

Good afternoon, said the roses. And the little prince saw that they all looked like his flower.

Who you are? he asked, amazed.

We are roses, answered roses.

That's how ... - said the little prince.

And I felt very, very unhappy. His beauty told him that there were no others like her in the entire universe. And here in front of him are five thousand exactly the same flowers in the garden alone!

“How angry she would be if she saw them!” Thought the little prince.

She would have cleared her throat terribly and pretended to be dying, so as not to seem ridiculous. And I would have to follow her as if she were a patient - otherwise she would really die, just to humiliate me too ... "

And then he thought: “I imagined that I own the only flower in the world, which no one else has anywhere else, and it was the most ordinary rose. knee, and then one of them went out, and maybe forever ... What kind of prince I am after that ... "

He sat down in the grass and wept.

It was then that the Fox appeared.

Hello, he said.

Hello, - the little prince answered politely and looked around, but saw no one.

Who are you? - asked the little prince. - How beautiful you are.

I am the Fox, said the Fox.

Play with me, - asked the little prince. - I feel so sad...

I can't play with you, - said the Fox, - I'm not tamed.

Oh, I'm sorry, - said the little prince. But, on reflection, he asked:

How is it to tame?

You are not from here, - said the Fox, - What are you looking for here?

I'm looking for people, - said the little prince, - and how to tame it?

People have guns and they go hunting. It is very uncomfortable! And they also raise chickens. This is the only way they are good. Are you looking for chickens?

No, - said the little prince - I'm looking for friends. How to tame it?

This is a long forgotten concept, - explained the Fox, - It means: create a bond.

That's it, - said the Fox. You are still just a little boy to me, just like a hundred thousand other boys. And I don't need you. And you don't need me either. I am just a fox to you, just like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be the only one in the whole world for me. And I will be one for you in the whole world ...

I'm starting to understand, - said the little prince. - There is one rose ... She must have tamed me ...

It is very possible, - agreed the Fox. - On Earth, what just does not happen.

It was not on Earth, - said the little prince.

The fox was very surprised:

On another planet?

Are there hunters on that planet?

How interesting! Do you have chickens?

There is no perfection in the world! - Fox sighed.

But then he said the same thing again:

My life is boring. I hunt chickens, and people hunt me. All chickens are the same and all people are the same. And my life is boring. But if you tame me, my life will shine like the sun. I will distinguish your steps among thousands of others. Hearing human footsteps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me like music, and I will come out of my shelter. And then - look. See, over there in the fields, the wheat is ripening? I don't eat bread. I don’t need ears. The wheat fields tell me nothing. And this is sad! But you have golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! The golden wheat will remind you. And I will love the rustle of ears in the wind ...

The fox fell silent and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said:

Please ... Tame me!

I would be glad, - answered the little prince, - but I have so little time. I still need to find friends and learn different things.

You can only learn those things that you tame, - said the Fox. - People also do not have enough time to learn anything. They buy clothes ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they trade with friends, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want you to have a friend, tame me!

And what needs to be done for this? - asked the little prince.

We need to be patient, - answered the Fox. “First sit down over there, at a distance, on the grass - like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you be silent. Words only get in the way of understanding each other. But every day, sit a little closer ...

The next day the little prince came to the same place again.

It is better to come always at the same hour, - asked the Fox.

For example, if you come at four o'clock, I will feel happy already from three o'clock. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I will know the price of happiness! And if you come every time at a different time, I do not know for what time to prepare your heart ... You need to observe the rituals.

What are rituals? - asked the little prince.

This is also something forgotten long ago, - explained the Fox. - Something that makes one day different from all other days, one hour - from all other hours. For example. my hunters have a ritual: on Thursdays they dance with the village girls. And what a wonderful day it is - Thursday! I go for a walk and walk all the way to the vineyard. And if the hunters danced when they had to, all the days would be the same, and I would never know rest.

So the little prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour of farewell has come.

I will cry for you, - the Fox sighed.

You yourself are to blame, - said the little prince, - I didn't want you to be hurt, you yourself wanted me to tame you ...

Yes, of course, said the Fox.

But you will cry!

Oh sure.

So it makes you feel bad.

No, - objected the Fox, - I'm fine. Remember what I said about the golden ears. He fell silent. Then he added:

Go take another look at the roses. You will understand that your rose is the only one in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I will tell you a secret. This will be my gift to you.

The little prince went to look at the roses.

You are not in the least like my rose, "he told them." You are still nothing. Nobody tamed you. This was my Fox before. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I made friends with him, and now he is the only one in the whole world.

Roses were very confused

You are beautiful, but empty, - continued the little prince. “I don’t want to die for you. Of course, a casual passer-by, looking at my rose, will say that it is exactly the same as you. But she alone is dearer to me than all of you. After all, it was her, and not you, I watered every day. He covered her, not you, with a glass cover. It was obscured by a screen, protecting it from the wind. For her, he killed caterpillars, only left two or three to hatch butterflies. I listened to her complaining and bragging, I listened to her even when she was silent. She is mine.

And the little prince returned to the fox.

Goodbye ... - he said

Goodbye, said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: only the heart is sharp-sighted. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.

You will not see the most important thing with your eyes, - repeated the little prince in order to better remember.

Your rose is dear to you because you gave her all your days.

Because I gave her all my days ... - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.

People have forgotten this truth, - said the Fox, - but do not forget: you are forever responsible for everyone you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.

I am responsible for my rose ... - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.

If you tame me, my life is like the sun
will light up. I will distinguish your steps among thousands of others. Hearing
human steps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me
like music and I will come out of my hideout. And then - look! See
over there in the fields, is the wheat ripening? I don't eat bread. I don’t need ears.
The wheat fields tell me nothing. And this is sad! But you have
Golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! Gold
the wheat will remind me of you. And I will love the rustle of the ears on
wind ...
The fox fell silent and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said:
- Please ... tame me!
- I would be glad, - answered the little prince, - but I have so little
time. I still need to find friends and learn different things.
“You can only learn those things that you can tame,” said the Fox. -
People no longer have enough time to learn anything. They buy things
ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they would trade
friends, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want u
you were a friend, tame me!
- And what should be done for this? - asked the little prince.
“We need to be patient,” replied the Fox. - First sit over there,
at a distance, on the grass - like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you
be silent. Words only interfere with understanding each other. But sit down every day
a little closer ...
The next day the little prince came to the same place again.
- Better always come at the same hour, - asked the Fox. - Here,
for example, if you come at four o'clock, I have already been from three o'clock
I will feel happy. And the closer to the appointed hour, the
happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I will find out the price of happiness ...
This is how the Little Prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour of farewell has come.
“I’ll cry for you,” sighed the Fox.
“It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. - I didn't want
to hurt you, you yourself wanted me to tame you ...
“Yes, of course,” said the Fox.
- But you will cry!
- Oh sure.
- So it makes you feel bad.
- No, - objected the Fox, - I'm fine. Remember what I said about
golden ears.
He fell silent. Then he added:
- Go and take another look at the roses. You will understand that your rose is
the only one in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I
I'll tell you one secret. This will be my gift to you.
The little prince went to look at the roses.
“You are not in the least like my rose,” he told them. - You have
nothing. Nobody has tamed you, and you have not tamed anyone. This was
formerly my Fox. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I
made friends with him, and now he is the only one in the whole world.
Roses were very embarrassed.
“You are beautiful, but empty,” the little prince continued. - For you
will not want to die. Of course, a casual passer-by, looking at my
rose, will say that she is exactly the same as you. But she is one more dear to me
all of you. After all, it was her, and not you, I watered every day. Her, not you
covered with a glass cover. It was obscured by a screen, protecting it from
wind. For her he killed caterpillars, only two or three left, so that
butterflies hatched. I listened to her complaining and bragging, I
listened to her even when she was silent. She is mine.
And the little prince returned to the Fox.
- Goodbye ... - he said.
“Goodbye,” said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: vigilantly
only one heart. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.
- You won't see the most important thing with your eyes, - repeated the little prince,
to remember better.
- Your rose is so dear to you because you gave her your whole soul.
- Because I gave her all my soul ... - repeated the little prince,
to remember better.
- People have forgotten this truth, - said the Fox, - but you do not forget: you
forever responsible for everyone he tamed. You are responsible for those you have tamed. Goodbye.

If you tame me, my life is like the sun
illumined. Your steps I "ll distinguish among thousands of others. Hearing
human steps, I always run away and hide. But your gait will call me,
exactly the music, and I will go out of his hiding place. And then - look! You see,
out there in the fields, wheat ripens? I do not eat bread. Spikes do not need me.
Wheat fields of anything I did not say. And it is sad! But you
golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! Gold
Wheat will remind me of you. And I shall love ears to rustle
wind ...
Fox paused and stared at the little prince. Then he said:
- Please ... tame me!
- I would be happy - replied the little prince - but I have so little
time. I still have to find friends and learn different things.
- Check only those things that are tame, - said the fox. -
People do not have time to learn anything. They buy things
ready-made in stores. But there are no stores where you would trade
friends, because people no longer have friends. If you want to have
you had a friend, tame me!
- What should be done for this? - Asked the little prince.
- We must be patient, - said Fox. - First, sit down over there,
at a distance, on the grass - that "s it. I will glance at you sideways, and you
silent. The words only hinder to understand each other. But every day sit down
a little closer ...
The next day the little prince came back to the same place.
- It is better always comes in the same hour - Fox asked. - Here,
for example, if you come at four o "clock, I" m already three hours
I feel happy. The closer to the appointed hour, the
happier. At four o "clock, I start to worry and worry. I know the price of happiness ...
So the little prince tamed the fox. And then came the hour of parting.
- I will weep for thee, - he sighed the fox.
- You are to blame, - said the little prince. - I did not want to,
to hurt you, you yourself wanted me to tame you ...
- Yes, of course - said Fox.
- But you will cry!
- Yes of course.
- So, it makes you feel bad.
- No, - said Fox - I feel good. Remember what I said about
golden ears.
He paused. Then he added:
- Go and look again at the roses. You understand that your rose -
unique in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I
I reveal to you a secret. It will be my gift to you.
The little prince went to look at the roses.
- You did not like my rose, - he told them. - You have
nothing. No you are not tamed, and you have tamed no one. This was
my first Fox. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I
make friends with him, and now he - the only one in the whole world.
Roses are very embarrassed.
- You are beautiful, but empty, - continued the little prince. - For you
I do not want to die. Of course, the casual passer-by, looking on my
Rose, says that it is exactly the same as you. But to me it is one more
all of you. After all, it was her, not you, I watered every day. Her, not you
He would cover the glass cover. It blocked the screen, away from
wind. For her kill caterpillars, only two or three left to
hatched butterflies. I listened as she complained and like to brag, I
I am listening to it, even when it is silent. She is mine.
And the little prince went back to Fox.
- Goodbye ... - he said.
- Bye - said Fox. - That is my secret, it is very simple: vigilantly
one heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.
- What is essential is invisible to the eye - the little prince repeated,
to better remember.
- Your rose so dear to you because you gave her whole soul.
- Because I gave her the soul ... - he repeated the little prince,
to better remember.
- People have forgotten this truth, - said the fox - but you do not forget: you
all responsible for everyone who tamed. You are responsible for those who tamed. Goodbye.

Lisa's ingenious phrases:

There is no perfection in the world! - Fox sighed.

Goodbye, said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: only the heart is sharp-sighted. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.

Words only interfere with understanding each other.

Do not forget: you are forever responsible for everyone you have tamed ...

Fox, despite the fact that he is given less than a page of text, is a very important and interesting character. I will bring all his conversation with the Little Prince.

"That's where the Fox came in.
“Hello,” he said.
- Hello, - the little prince answered politely and looked around, but saw no one.
“I'm here,” a voice said. - Under the apple tree ...
- Who are you? - asked the little prince. - How beautiful you are!
“I’m the Fox,” said the Fox.
- Play with me, - asked the little prince. - I feel so sad...
“I can't play with you,” said the Fox. “I’m not tamed.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” said the little prince.
But, on reflection, he asked:
- And how is it - to tame?
“You’re not from here,” said the Fox. - What are you looking for here?
“I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. - And how is it - to tame?
“People have guns and they go hunting. It is very uncomfortable! And they also raise chickens. This is the only way they are good. Are you looking for chickens?
“No,” said the little prince. - I am looking for friends. How is it to tame?
“It's a long forgotten concept,” explained the Fox. “It means: create bonds.
- Bonds?
“Exactly,” said the Fox. “You’re just a little boy for me so far, just like a hundred thousand other boys. And I don't need you. And you don't need me either. I’m just a fox for you, just like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be the only one in the whole world for me. And I will be one for you in the whole world ...
“I’m beginning to understand,” said the little prince. - There was one rose ... probably she tamed me ...
“Very possible,” agreed the Fox. - On Earth, what just does not happen.
“It was not on Earth,” said the little prince.
The fox was very surprised:
- On another planet?
- Yes.
"Are there hunters on that planet?"
- Not.
- How interesting! Do you have chickens?
- Not.
- There is no perfection in the world! - Fox sighed.
But then he said the same thing again:
- My life is boring. I hunt chickens, and people hunt me. All chickens are the same and people are all the same. And I live
boring. But if you tame me, my life will shine like the sun. I will distinguish your steps among thousands of others. Hearing
human steps, I always run and hide. But your walk will call me like music, and I will come out of my shelter. And then - look! See, over there in the fields, the wheat is ripening? I don't eat bread. I don’t need ears. The wheat fields tell me nothing. And this is sad! But you have golden hair. And how wonderful it will be when you tame me! The golden wheat will remind me of you. And I will love the rustle of ears in the wind ...
The fox fell silent and looked at the little prince for a long time. Then he said:
- Please ... tame me!
- I would be glad, - answered the little prince, - but I have so little time. I still need to find friends and learn different things.
“You can only learn those things that you can tame,” said the Fox. - People do not have enough time to learn anything. They buy things
ready-made in stores. But there are no shops where they trade with friends, and therefore people no longer have friends. If you want you to have a friend, tame me!
- And what should be done for this? - asked the little prince.
“We need to be patient,” replied the Fox. “First sit down over there, at a distance, on the grass - like this. I will glance at you sideways, and you
be silent. Words only interfere with understanding each other. But every day, sit a little closer ...
The next day the little prince came to the same place again.
- Better always come at the same hour, - asked the Fox. - For example, if you come at four o'clock, I have
I will feel happy. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o'clock I will already begin to worry and worry. I will know the price of happiness! And if you come every time at a different time, I do not know for what time to prepare your heart ... You need to observe the rituals.
- What are rituals? - asked the little prince.
“This, too, is something long forgotten,” explained the Fox. - Something that makes one day become different from all other days, one
hour - for all other hours. For example, my hunters have such a ritual: on Thursdays they dance with the village girls. And what a wonderful day it is - Thursday! I go for a walk and walk all the way to the vineyard. And if the hunters danced when they had to, all the days would be the same and I would never know rest.
This is how the Little Prince tamed the Fox. And now the hour of farewell has come.
“I’ll cry for you,” sighed the Fox.
“It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. - I didn't want you to be hurt, you yourself wanted me to tame you ...
“Yes, of course,” said the Fox.
- But you will cry!
- Oh sure.
- So it makes you feel bad.
- No, - objected the Fox, - I'm fine. Remember what I said about the golden ears.
He fell silent. Then he added:
- Go and take another look at the roses. You will understand that your rose is the only one in the world. And when you come back to say goodbye to me, I will tell you a secret. This will be my gift to you.
The little prince went to look at the roses.
“You are not in the least like my rose,” he told them. - You are still nothing. Nobody has tamed you, and you have not tamed anyone. This was
formerly my Fox. He was no different from a hundred thousand other foxes. But I made friends with him, and now he is the only one in the whole world.
Roses were very embarrassed.
“You are beautiful, but empty,” the little prince continued. “I don’t want to die for you. Of course, a casual passer-by, looking at my
rose, will say that she is exactly the same as you. But she alone is dearer to me than all of you. After all, it was her, and not you, I watered every day. Her, not you
covered with a glass cover. It was obscured by a screen, protecting it from the wind. For her he killed caterpillars, only two or three left, so that
butterflies hatched. I listened to her complaining and bragging, I listened to her even when she was silent. She is mine.
And the little prince returned to the Fox.
- Goodbye ... - he said.
“Goodbye,” said the Fox. - Here is my secret, it is very simple: only the heart is sharp-sighted. You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes.
- You cannot see the most important thing with your eyes, - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.
- Your rose is so dear to you because you gave her your whole soul.
- Because I gave her all my soul ... - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember.
“People have forgotten this truth,” said the Fox, “but do not forget: you are forever responsible for everyone you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose.
- I am responsible for my rose ... - repeated the little prince, in order to better remember. "